Guest Author Mari Carr

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1. Good morning Mari Carr. Thank you for hosting in Carly’s absence. I enjoy your books. Have Great Day! :woot:

2. Welcome Mari

3. Good morning! Thanks for stepping in!

4. Good Morning. Glad you’re here

5. Hello! Thanks so much to Carly for allowing me to shanghai her blog. We’re having a few technical difficulties and Carly is out of town, so we may have to party it up today in the comments section. lol

6. Good morning Mari,
   Let’s have some fun.
   Thanks,
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7. Carly invited me to come talk about my new releases. I had three in April. What????? lol. Not sure I can do live links in comments, so I’ll paste the link and hope for the best. This link takes you to the page where the blurbs and buy links for the books are. I’ll post some excerpts throughout the day. 🙂 http://maricarr.com/coming-soon/whats-new/

8. love your books, I appreciate authors- because I am an extreme reader-

9. Extreme reader! Greatest words ever! :wave:

10. Hi Mari! I have never read anything by you. Which would be a great book to start with?

11. Crash Point was originally released as part of Riding Desire: an Alpha Bad Boy Biker anthology. Today, it released today as an individual story. Now…let’s see if there’s a word count limit to the comments–lol.

    “Chloe. Look at me.”

    Her eyelids flittered open, her vision clearly fuzzy. He waited until her focus returned. He saw the moment it happened because a crease formed in her brow. They’d acted on impulse, neither of them considering the consequences of what they were doing until now.

    Blake’s heart raced and his jaw clenched as he resisted the overwhelming need to thrust, to pound, to fuck.

    “I won’t be another regret.”

    She frowned. “What?”

    “I know you regret what happened between us all those years ago and I wish there was some way I could go back in time and change what I did, but I can’t. I can’t undo the hurt, Chloe. Can’t fix the mistakes.”

    “Blake—”

    “But I’m telling you right now, I can’t be another regret in your life. If that’s what this is going to be, say so and I’ll stop.”

    She didn’t speak for several tense moments. Blake held his tongue, gave her time to decide while silently praying he’d have the strength to leave her if that was what she asked.

    Finally, she cupped his cheek in her hand. “I don’t want you to stop.”

    You can find the story here: http://amzn.to/1iTYozq

    • I actually bought this anthology but haven’t read it yet! I’ll have to go read your book and check it out! 😉

      • Thanks so much, Sue. If you enjoy it, there are two more Big Easy books out so far. Blank Canvas and Full Position. 🙂

        • 🙂

12. Oh gosh, Sue. I guess that depends on what kind of stories you like. All of my stories are contemporary erotic romance. I have friends to lovers stories with The Back-Up Plan, Sugar and Spice and Erotic Research. Romantic Comedy with Saturday Night Special. BDSM-light stories like Come Monday and Misplaced Lessons. Stories featuring more mature couples like Do Over and Status Update. Stories that make you cry like Fix You and Western Ties. Oh–and lots of menage stories, if you enjoy those.

    • I love contemporary erotic romances. Usually the hotter, the better! I don’t mind tears as long as they are happy tears. I don’t like reading a book that just consumes me with grief.

      • oh–mine are all heart-warming tears and happy endings. Promise.

        • OK thanks!

13. Mari went to your web page, I’ve never read your books either but they look right up my alley.

    • Oh yay! Thanks so much for taking a peek, Cheryl. I owe Carly a big old tackle hug for letting me take over her blog today. So lovely getting to chat with you all.

14. How about another excerpt? This one comes from The Back-Up Plan. It’s a fun story about a woman who has spent the first half of her life, focused on her career. Now…at 40 looms closer, she realizes she’s lonely and she wants more.

    Excerpt:
    Jason waved the waitress over and ordered another round of tequila shots.
    Kristen groaned. “God. No more. I’m already facing a long night with my toilet. Enough rounds.”

    Jason laughed. “Lightweight. It’s your birthday, Kris. It’s your God-given duty to get totally wasted and make stupid decisions.”

    She rolled her eyes, but accepted the glass the waitress set down in front of her. “I think that’s only true of twenty-first birthdays. I’m turning thirty-five, which means I’ve entered the should know better than this phase of my life.”

    “You’ve got at least five years before that kicks in.”

    She laughed. “You’re only saying that because you turned thirty-five a couple months ago and you don’t want to grow up.”

    “Maybe, maybe not. But I’m pretty sure forty is plenty old enough to do the adult thing, settle down, get married. Crap like that.”

    “The way work’s been lately, I’m afraid I won’t have time to think about getting married until then anyway.”

    Jason nodded and stretched. The two of them had been putting in long hours at the office, working their asses off to build a solid business, a law firm with a good reputation. Their diligence and devotion was just now starting to pay off as more and more clients managed to make their way into Mitchell and Grey. Of course, the reward for their hard work was more work. “Yeah. We’ve been building up quite a clientele lately.” Jason lifted his shot glass, grinning widely. They were on their sixth—or was it their seventh—round of Patron. “Here’s to us. The greatest lawyers in the whole damn state.”

    Kristen tapped her glass against his and drank, figuring the end of this night was inevitable at this point. What the hell. They’d just won a huge settlement for an important client, the perfect ending to a month of twelve-to-fourteen-hour workdays.

    Plus she’d been feeling a bit sorry for herself lately. She wasn’t even sure why she was depressed. It seemed as if she’d lost some of her enthusiasm for…well…everything. The win and her birthday had given her an incentive to actually go out and do something. The celebration was definitely cheering her up.

    “Hear, hear,” she added, enjoying the heat provided by the liquor sliding down her throat. As it made its way through her body, it soothed every tense muscle, absorbed every ounce of stress, and melted away all the heavy feelings until she felt boneless, relaxed, happy.

    She saw the same drunken contentment on Jason’s face. “So you really plan to get married someday?”

    He nodded, the response coming without hesitation. “Of course I do. Don’t you?”

    She shrugged. “Never given it much thought.”

    “Seriously? I thought women came out of the womb with their wedding day planned, right down to the dress, music and flowers.”

    Kristen rolled her eyes. “Not this woman. I don’t have time to dwell on all that romance crap.”

    Jason laughed. “God. I swear if not for the tits, I’d think you were a man.”

    She shot him a dirty look. He’d made the same comment many times before. Over the years, their relationship had evolved from adversaries in law school, both of them competing to be the best in their class, to work colleagues consumed by the same drive to succeed, to casual friends who shared a drink on occasion and argued good-naturedly about pretty much everything. Jason’s number one form of entertainment was teasing her, which was fine because she was just as fond of giving it right back to him. “I’d prefer it if you kept your eyes north of the tit range.”

    Her admonition was wasted on Jason whose line of vision was nowhere near any part of her anatomy at the moment. Instead he was ogling the group of women who’d just arrived at the bar, laughing loudly and clearly enjoying a bachelorette party. She checked her watch and considered calling for a cab now. It wouldn’t take Jason long to make his way over to the group of women and charm them all into including him in their celebration, which would leave her drinking alone. She’d watched him do the same thing time after time.

    For some unfathomable reason she simply couldn’t understand, women found her arrogant, cocky, clearly-putting-the-moves-on, womanizing law partner irresistible. Sometimes, as she listened to him recount all the gory details of his one-night stands, it made Kristen ashamed of her gender.

    She was about to excuse herself when Jason’s attention returned to her.

    “I think maybe it’s time both of us seriously thought about marriage.”

    She frowned. “What?”

    “I’m not saying we should go out tomorrow and tie the knot, but I know for a fact, I don’t wanna spend the rest of my life alone.”

    “Thought you reveled in your bachelor status.”

    He shrugged. “I enjoy it now, but let’s face it. There’s a difference between picking women up in bars at thirty-five and trying to do it when I’m sixty-five. I’ll be getting older, but the type of women who come here to drink on the weekends won’t. At some point that makes me less bachelor and more creepy dirty old man.”

    Kristen laughed as she imagined Jason in thirty years, wearing leisure suits and gold chains, swaggering around as he tried to put the moves on some poor young woman.

    Clearly Jason had given this dilemma some thought. Given his tendency to live in the moment with no regard for the future, she was shocked to discover there was actually an iota of maturity inside him. “Very astute observation. I look forward to attending your wedding.”

    Jason rubbed his jaw, deep in thought about something. “Of course, it’s not that easy finding someone you’d be willing to spend the rest of your life with.”

    Kristen nodded, agreeing. Whenever she considered the matrimonial state, she knew she’d yet to meet any man who made her think…and they lived happily ever after.

    “How long have we been friends, Kris?”

    She gave him a grin. “Friends? Is that what we’re calling this now?”

    Jason ignored her jest. “We met freshman year of law school, so we were both twenty-two. Damn. Thirteen years. That’s a long time.”

    Kristen agreed. “Painfully long. Is there a point to this walk down memory lane?”

    He reached for her purse, yanking it open.

    “Hey.” She tried to grab it, but Jason had already found what he was looking for, withdrawing a pen and tossing her bag back to her across the table. “You know you could have just asked. It’s rude to rifle through a woman’s purse.”

    He didn’t bother to respond or apologize. Instead he asked the waitress for a clean cocktail napkin. Once he had it, he started writing on it.

    “Grocery list?” Kristen asked.

    “Contract.”

    She tilted her head. “What sort of contract?”

    “You and I are going to make a back-up plan.”

    “For what?”

    Jason kept writing, letting her question hover in the air unanswered. Once he finished, he reread the words and nodded, apparently pleased with his efforts. “That should do it. Now we just need to grab a witness and sign it.”

    She leaned back in her chair. “Sign what?”

    Jason handed her the napkin.

    Jason Mitchell and Kristen Grey do hereby agree that if neither of them is married by Kristen’s fortieth birthday, they will marry each other.

    You can find it here: http://amzn.to/1gfe6Hh

15. Thank you for sharing Mari. Looks like I’m going to be adding some new books to my TBR pile. :cheerleader2:

    • Oooo…that makes me wanna cheer too. lol :cheerleader2:

16. How about one last excerpt? From the third release for me this month, Full Position. Anyone like red hot menage stories?
    Excerpt:
    “Okay. I give. What’s going on?”
    Justin took a strand of her hair in his hand, enjoying the soft texture of it, the sweet scent of strawberries assaulting his senses. The smell was so Bella. It reminded him of long summer days filled with sunshine and picnics. “We’re playing, Bells. Getting into the spirit of the club. Going with the flow.”
    “I thought tonight was just going to be a tour.”
    Ned ran his finger along the top of Bella’s open shirt, letting his finger slip lower, stroking her cleavage. “Consider it the grand tour, complete with demonstrations.”
    “Demonstrations?”
    Justin playfully tugged on her hair. “We want it all, Bells.”
    She blinked rapidly, trying to digest what they were saying. Then practical Bella made it to shore. “We?”
    “You, me, Ned. A bedroom. A few thousand sex acts—some of them illegal in various states.”
    Ned rolled his eyes at Justin’s attempt to lighten the request, but Justin forged on. “You can’t deny you want that too, can you?”
    Bella didn’t reply immediately. Instead, a crease formed in her brow as she contemplated his offer. In the end, common sense reigned supreme. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. I’m pretty sure kinky threesome sex with your bosses ranks right up there as number one on the no-nos for workplace behavior.”
    Ned chuckled. “I’m sure it does. But we’re not stopping.”
    She frowned at Ned’s easy dismissal of her concern. “Do you two do this often?”
    Justin understood the seriousness of her question, but he tried to make light of it. “Seduce employees?”
    She bit her lower lip nervously and Justin cursed his wayward tongue. She was obviously terrified about losing her job and that concern was real. While he and Ned knew their intentions were good, in Bella’s mind, she was risking her livelihood, her “dream job,” as she called it.
    “No, Bells. We don’t seduce our employees. Ever.” Justin wanted to stress that to her, didn’t want her to think this was just a game they played.
    “But you’ve shared women before?”
    Justin wouldn’t lie to convince her to stay with them. “We have. Quite often.” However, while he and Ned had participated in threesome sex, that wasn’t all they wanted from Bella. “But it will be different with you.”
    She gave him a smirk. “Yeah, right. I bet you say that to all the girls.”
    Ned leaned forward. “No. We don’t.”
    Bella swallowed heavily, clearly sorry. “I didn’t mean to insinuate that you were playing me.”
    Ned didn’t give way. “You weren’t insinuating that at all. You said it very directly.”
    “You’re right. I did. I’m sorry. You guys are kind of throwing me for a loop here. If this has something to do with me insulting you at the bar last week…”
    Justin laughed. “You did throw down a challenge, Bells.”
    She narrowed her eyes, however, he continued speaking, “But that’s not why we’re here tonight.”
    They’d come here to capture Bella’s heart, to convince her they wanted a shot at a lifetime with her. Her inexperience with threesomes and BDSM didn’t change that fact at all. If anything, it made tonight even more special. They would be her firsts. Her only. Justin looked at Ned and knew his friend felt the same way. Ned gave him a subtle nod.
    “What are you offering?”
    Justin ran his finger along her cheek. “We want the chance to prove to you that not all guys are narcissistic bastards. We want to show you what it means to be the center of someone’s universe.”

    Available here: http://amzn.to/1gqnF5H

17. Thanks for the excerpts, Mari. Will definitely look into some of your stories. :angelbanana:

18. Just got an email from our lovely Carly. She’s having a wonderful time on vacation, though the internet connection is sketchy! I’ve had such a lovely time with you all today that I wanted to offer up a free book. Had my daughter pull a random number out of a hat and comment #4 — Sue — was the winner. Sue–please email me at carmichm1@yahoo.com and let me know the title of the book you’d like and which ebook format you prefer. You can see all my books here: http://maricarr.com/books/

19. And thanks to everyone for hopping in on the “While Carly’s away, the mice will…take over her blog” party! lol. So nice to meet all of you. Have a restful night!

20. Welcome to the blog! Carly always gives the best recs for reading. I’ll have to check one of your books out!!!!

21. Hi Mari! I haven’t read your books yet, but I have your “Second Chances” series on my wish list. The books sound so good! :cheese:

    • Thanks Marcy! Hope you enjoy the Second Chances stories. They are very near and dear to my heart. Each book is loosely based on a real-life friend and they were my attempt to give each of them a HEA, even if only in fiction. 🙂

22. Hey Mari,

    I love your books!
    Yesterday I bought 4 books in the Second Chance series and I can’t wait to read them.
    Keep writing such great books :yourock:

23. Hi Mari,
    loved all the excerpts. i look forward to reading the rest of the book.

    tammy ramey
    trvlagnt1t@yahoo.com

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